N-n-n-now, my flowIs in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydrolicsI can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholicsMy freshman year I was going through hell, a problemsStill I, built up the nerve to drop my ass up outta collegeMy teacher said I's a loser, I told her why don't you kill meI give a fuck if you feel me, I'm gonna followMy heart, and if you follow the charts, or to the plaques or the stacksYou ain't gotta guess who's back, you seeI'm so shy that you thought it was bashful but thisBastard's flow will bash a skull and I willCut your girl like Pastor Tro'And I don't, usually smoke but pass the 'droAnd I won't, give you that money that you asking fo'Why you think, me and Dame cool, we assholesThat's why we here your music in fast fo'Cause we don't want to here that weak shit no mo'

Now now now now now who the hell is thisE-mailing me at 11:26, tellin' me that she 36-26,Plus double D you know how girls on black planet be when they get bubble EAt NYU but she hail from Kansas,Right now she just lamping, chilling on campusSent me a picture with a feeling on CandiceWho said her favorite rapper was the late great FrancisW-H-I-T, it's getting late mami, your screen saver say tweetSo you got to call me, and bring a friend for my friendHis name Kweli (You mean Talib, lyric sticks to your rib)I mean (That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib)I mean (You don't really know him, why is you lying)Yo Kwe', she don't believe me, please pickup the lineShe goin' think that I'm lying, just spit a couple of linesThen maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time, and get her high

Yeah, I can't believe this nigga use my name for picking up dimes butGet 'em high, I need some tracks you trying to pull tracks outAnd my rhymes as fitting to blow you trying to blow backs outWell OK, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm, hey yoAin't you meet that chick that got friends with yo momsAnd she's the bomb, boy she got the bougie behaviorAlways got something to say like a okay playa haterAnyways, I don't usually fuck with the internetOr chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like NicoretteYou really fucking that much, you trying to get off cigarettesAnd she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yetI apologize if I come off a little inconsiderateI got the bubble kush and a sister could get ahead of it

Get em high like noon, or the moon or room filled with smokeA high filled with dopeY'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune, but I still feel the notesWith real nigga quotesReal rappers is hard to find, like a remote, control rap is out ofUsed to but still got love, that's why I abuse you who are not thugsRock clubs like Tiger, Woods in the hood, to have my own reality showCalled Soul Survivor, I stole all liver, niggas in youYou'se a bitch I got ones that are thicker than youHow could I ever let your words affect me, they say Hip-Hop is deadI'm here to resurrect me, mug is to sexy to even make songs like theseThat's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia KeysTo many featured emcees, and producers is popularTwelve thousand spins, nobody got to copping herAlbum, how come, you the hot garbagerThe years clear your image and looped upLabel got you suped up, telling you you sickMan you a dick with a loose nutVideo hard to watch like MedusaEven your club record need a boosterChimped up, with a pimp cup, illiterate niggaRead the infa', red across your head I'm bread king like SimbaBolder then Denver, I ain't a Madd Rapper just a emcee with a temperYou dancing for money like honey, I did this my waySo when the industry crash, I survive like KanyeSpitting through wires and fires, emcees retiringGot yo hands up, get them motherfuckers higher then